“And where did an innocent kitten learn such a thing?”
She dips her head, lips nibbling around my shaft. Opening her mouth wide, she takes me deep until I’m hitting the back of her throat and I groan, fighting the urge to move. It’s hot and wet, and absolutely like finding fucking paradise.
Sitting back, drool glistens on her chin. “Remember the bard?—”
Grabbing her hair, I tug her close, licking her chin, diving into her mouth. My tongue takes and plunges until the only thing she can taste is me.
“If you mention him again,” I breathe darkly, “I will burn this world to ash to find him.”
“Possessive.” She laughs.
“You aremymate.” I tsks, thumb rubbing her bottom lip. I haul her back into my lap, spreading her legs over me. I lean her back, her pussy on full display. My cock parts her lips but doesn’t enter her. “This is my pussy. My body. My mouth. No one else’s, understand?”
She nods, lips swollen, eyes glazed over.
Pinching one nipple, I smile as she moans, rubbing against me. It’s a tease to feel her, how tight she is, how wet, and not be inside her.
But I like to watch.
She snaps her hip upward, driving down to grind against my cock. “Fuck,” I groan, pulling her close. She feels like home.
“And you are mine,” she says, gripping my hair. I like hearing her be jealous.
“Yours,” I murmur against her lips and she starts to move. Fuck, I won’t last long with how she rides me, grinding, pulling, seeking her own pleasure.
I’ll gladly be whatever she needs. Let her use me, take me, I will only ever be hers.
“Whatever happened,” she whispers, words so low, I have to strain to hear them. “Whatever she did, you are still mine. This body is mine. This cock is mine.” She grinds hard and I moan, fingers holding her hips and praying I last. “This mouth is mine.” She surges forward, stealing a kiss and my air, keeping it for herself. “Everything about you is mine. You are my mate. My king. No one else’s.”
She picks up her speed and I lean back, watching as she takes control. Her hips move and sway, a beautiful dance that seems made for me. A tingle, a tightening at the base of my spine rushes forward, but I hold back.
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing hard circle and she moans, head back, hair wild. She’s a damn goddess and I’m not worthy of her.
She cums with a shriek and my name on her tongue, and I follow her over the edge. My mouth clamps on to her neck, but I don’t bite. Just suck, leaving a mark as the orgasm washes over us both.
She falls to my chest and she pants, body soft and supple. I cradle her close, running my fingers over her spine, tracing the various small scars from her life. A hard life because of Aoife’s greed.
Never again.
“You’re mine,” she reminds me, voice sleepy.
I don’t move her, content to be inside of her. “And you’re mine.”
